(2013)
A poem about how sometimes the bright-eyed ambition and innocence of youth seems to fade.
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A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal